I helped her move yesterday
as the cold air cracked like whips about her face
causing her cheeks to redden.
I helped her move,
as cardboard boxes lay half built in
crowded hallways inside the theatre of her home
where red exposed bricks
sat and stared eerily and emptily
devoid of all things
that gave character.
I helped her unpack bags
and put dresses and shirts on wooden hangers
taken from the closet
monsters once called home
I helped,
as her energies swirled chaotically
a concoction brewed of mixed emotions, tired aching body,
and the weight of being present.
I watched, I listened,
I let my eyes drink the waters of her fine form made manifest in
this ethereal world
And,
I marveled at the curious creature in front of me
making my heart sing,
whose voice drips like aloe,
soothing the open wounds of my mind.
